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Isolated for will or for need?

Isolated either way.

Nice, France

Stazione Faenza, Emilia-Romagna, Italy

Sunday visiting.

May 4th 2023,

I feel weak. I feel fragile. I feel alone.

I’m out here on my own and I need strength. I can’t go on with this deep emptiness inside of me. How am I supposed to face new challenges, a new life, a new job, a new house, new surroundings?

I’m in need of support to keep going.

Sometimes I just give up. Most of the times really. I surrender to the feeling, lay on my bed and look at the ceiling.

I’m tired. I want to stop for a minute. I don’t understand how people manage.

Right now I just can’t cope with anything. Everything is too much.

Once again I try in vain to express how I feel and fail miserably. The worst part is how dumb my problems are. They’re not real problems.

Not the problems that brave and strong people face.

Moments that pass. Feelings that go away.

Time feels like a battered paint brush. That slowly brushes me away in uneven directions.

I see people on the street. And I see everything.

I see the man in front of me. And I see nothing.

Reality is the remaining piece of a missing puzzle. That I’ll never be able to put together.

Church’s trumpetist arriving to mass.

Sunday January 29th, 2023.

I swear it’s coming.

I leave you with a nice pic I took at Torino Autoweek ❤️

Hello there.

It’s been a while but I’ll catch up with you soon.

This has been stuck in my head and I can't get it out.